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Those African mercenaries and Japanese killers couldn't help but be stunned when they saw the leader pull out their short swords, they didn't need to use their guns, they wanted to do some kind of crowd tactics and hand-to-hand combat, isn't this a joke with their lives? They were all stunned and froze in place.

"Eight grids, draw the dagger (Japanese), first team." The leader was so angry that he raised his foot and kicked a killer in the buttocks, "You don't listen to Lao Tzu, do you?" ”

"Hey!" The first group of ten people responded in unison, but their footsteps did not move.

"Boss, the other party still has ammunition, let's go up like this, aren't we going to die in vain?" The black squad leader asked tremblingly.

"There are many of us, so don't be afraid." The leader smirked and shook the short sword in his hand, "Didn't you hear Yamaguchi Nakasa say that Nishino must die tonight?" If we don't attack, will he die? ”

"But ......"

"What else could it be? In a word, are you on or not? ”

"I'm ......," the team leader stopped talking.

"This is a death order from Nakasa, and I can't help it." The leader smiled treacherously, and his face was wrinkled.

When the black squad leader heard Yamaguchi's order, he thought for two seconds: "Flow me (follow me)!" He didn't want to be steamed by Yamaguchi Ryobin, rather than being beaten to the point that his skin was open and steamed, it was better to let the other party's bullet end his life.

"What are you doing?" The leader kicked the black captain again.

The black captain was more burly and strong than the leader, but his rank was not as good as the leader, and although he was dissatisfied, he pulled out the military dagger on his leg: "One team, GO." Ten people moved slowly and silently like cats in the night, hiding behind some wooden boxes from time to time, observing the movement.

"Mr. Xi, can you shoot?" Duterrete asked.

Nishino raised his hand and shook his head: "It's not time yet, when I shoot, you guys will fight again." Remember to put a silencer on the gun. ”

“Yes Sir。”

The black squad on the opposite side was wearing a Self-Defense Force camouflage uniform with strips of white cloth wrapped around its head, and at a glance it was clear that the leader was a mercenary from Yamaguchi. One step, two steps, three steps...... The mercenaries were getting closer and closer to Nishino's hiding place, and a few more steps forward, Nishino was about to be exposed.

“THREE 、TWO、 ONE！” Nishino decisively raised his gun, aimed, and a bullet flew out, and the black captain at the front fell silently, the bullet hit his carotid artery, and blood gushed out. Seeing that the squad leader suddenly fell, the killer regiment and mercenaries in the back hurriedly took aim, pulled the trigger, and wanted to cover the first team with firepower.

But it was too late, and in the next second, the nine members of the first team fell to the ground almost simultaneously and closed their eyes. The ringleader seems to have anticipated such an outcome for a long time: "Alas, a bunch of rubbish. The second team, the third team, pressed up together. ”

So, twenty or so people who were not afraid of death, under the cover of absolutely superior firepower, quickly pounced forward. Of course, these twenty people were as miserable as the first team, and they all fell twenty steps away from Nishino.

The leader sighed twice: "Team four, five, six, seven, eight, give it to me." ”

The other party has increased from 20 to 50 people, one shot, and 50 rounds of ammunition? Nishino was really a little worried, if he continued like this, his bullets would run out. There are less than twenty of them, and if they fight in close quarters, fight hand-to-hand, and fight hard with tall black mercenaries, their teammates will all be destroyed. At present, the only way is to find the opponent's ammunition depot as soon as possible.

Nishino beckoned to Duterret: "Come here." ”

Duterrete came over with a rifle: "Mr. Xi, what are you looking for me?" ”

"Where does Yoshibin Yamaguchi store his armaments?"

Duterrete thought for a moment and said slowly, "...... It seems to be half in the secret warehouse upstairs, and half transported to the ground. The fact that the mixed formations that rushed over now did not fire at us means that their ammunition was almost exhausted. ”

"Oh, then we'll find a way to take out their arsenal."

"How easy is it to blow up an arsenal?"

"Don't we have some miniature explosives, powder packs, and hands and grenades?"

"But the number is too small......"

"It's not much use to blow it all up, and it's useless to leave it there." Nishino looked at the enemy who was rushing up at all costs, and pulled the trigger again.

"Okay." Duterrete left Nishino and went to prepare the miniature explosives and pill packs......

The leader with the short sword held the short sword watched as the people who had just been sent out fell in front of him in waves, silently bloody. He was about to give an order to another group of people when a loud bang came from behind him.

"Boom—" Then there was a thudding sound, and the leader turned around to see a burst of fire rising.

"Eight Tooth Road!" The leader roared, and the red fire reflected his eyes crimson, like a bloodsucking devil who had just sucked blood, he really didn't expect that the rear was sneak attacked.

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Total monitoring room. Yamaguchi Ryobin opened his mouth wide in shock: "Ou Yo, this kid can use all the explosives and medicine, but the walls of the dungeon can resist the impact of five tons* of bombing, and it is strong enough that it has not collapsed." ”

Helen couldn't stand it anymore: "Yamaguchi Nakasa, do you need to send them ammunition?" ”

"No, you don't." Yamaguchi raised his palm, signaling that there was no need, "Most of our remaining ammunition is buried in various corners of the dungeon, and liquid explosives and charges cannot be used until the critical time." If the arms are transported again, it will not be wasted by Jiro Hida. I have nothing left of my possessions. ”

"Then send some more men to support?"

"Not at all. My men still have to deal with the SWAT squadron that's coming! ”

"It's impossible not to die without help, right?"

"How Jiro Hida lives and dies depends on his creation. But Nishino must die! Yamaguchi stared at the screen, smirking smugly.

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"Nakasa Yamaguchi, Hita requests immediate support—" Jiro Hita called Yamaguchi.

Yamaguchi Ryobin snorted: "There are no weapons, and there are no personnel." Then he snapped and turned off the audio......

was rejected in one bite, and Jiro Hida looked very dissatisfied like a deflated ball. He knew that Yamaguchi Yoshibin would not send him any more ammunition, and it was impossible to send additional manpower. He clenched his fists tightly: Ba Ge, we have these ammunition, maybe not as many as our opponents! Nishino, Nishino –

He picked up a crooked machine gun, stood up, and fired wildly, and the other mercenaries and killers woke up from their dreams, picked up their weapons, and did it. They're going to make a final attack, and they're all or nothing. A hail of bullets flew in, and many of the wooden crates used for concealment were shattered.

Such a fierce and sharp offensive really startled Nishino: Isn't this a waste of resources?

"Mr. Xi, they are going to be in a dying struggle, it seems that they are crazy." Duterrete chuckled.

"Save every bullet." Nishino said, aiming and shooting calmly.

The number of people on the other side showed no signs of decreasing, and they poured a batch, and rushed up again, and Nishino was a little overwhelmed.

"Do you still have hands and thunder?" Nishino leaned against a wooden box and asked the people around him.

"There are only three."

"Cast it, kill a few and count a few. There are too many of them. ”

"Yes."

The wooden box that was covered by it was broken a lot, and the probability of being shot was getting higher and higher, and the number of people on Nishino's side was also decreasing. The slowly flowing blood from the fallen security guards seeped into the black clothes and gradually turned black. Xiye's heart is dripping blood, every security team member is his own brother, they were alive and well in the training camp, but now they have become a cold body lying in this cold dungeon.

The gunfire of the other party is not so dense, and the team members brought by Nishino are less than twenty people, and the gunfire is sparse. The exchange of fire finally stopped, and the ammunition ran out. Jiro Hita pulled the trigger, but he couldn't shoot any more bullets.

"Eight grids!" Jiro Hita threw away the machine gun and drew his short sword again: "Kill chirp-" This sound seems to have played a role in boosting morale! All the mercenaries and killers drew their military daggers one after another, and the black pressure came up.

"Are there any more bullets?" Nishino asked in a whisper.

"Nope." The crowd shook their heads.

"Brothers, it's time for the decisive battle." Nishino threw away the headphones. Everyone also silently took off the headphones and threw them away.

"Haha, Nishino-kun, you don't have any ammo anymore!" Jiro Hita stopped at the other party, which was less than twenty paces away from Nishino.

Nishino ignored him, and pulled out the Swiss Army knife with a snort, a cold light reflected in his eyes, and the day of licking blood from the knife edge came again.

"Nishino-kun, yours, it's better to surrender obediently. Maybe Nakasa Yamaguchi can keep you alive. Today you are planted in my hands, and you are considered unlucky. Yamaguchi Nakasa said, I have to capture you alive tonight. If you want to die, shoot yourself so that I don't have to do it. Jiro Hida continued to shout in stiff Cantonese.

Nishino didn't say a word, and like the rest of his teammates, he clutched his saber tightly and quietly waited for the enemy to approach.

Jiro Hita obviously can't wait, because it is less than two hours away from the 24 hours scheduled by Yamaguchi Yoshibin, and when the time comes, all the solid and liquid explosives and drugs here will detonate, and the dungeon will be blown down, Hita doesn't want to die here, he also wants to go back to Hokkaido to see the cherry blossoms!

"Nishino-kun, I'll give you one last chance, surrender or fight?" Jiro Hita gestured with the short sword in his hand.

Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer, Nishino touched his cuffs again, and several rows of flying needles were still there. However, the number of flying needles was limited, and he caught a glimpse of the scattered pieces of iron on the ground, and was ecstatic, so he grabbed a piece of it casually and pinched it in his hand, which was just right. A tall black figure was projected.

Despite the unusually gentle footsteps of the black man, Nishino could hear it clearly. It's time to make a move, Nishino secretly moved his strength, threw his arm forward, and the iron piece instantly spun at high speed and flew out.